Went clothes shopping today. Midway through, started mentally seething over remarks made to me about my taste in clothes over the past XX years. Next thing I knew I was holding two shirts that I didn't remember picking up and couldn't tell if I liked or not.
Being home doesn't take away problems. It just masks them under other priorities until the most random little thing brings it all out into the open again. I've lost count of the number of times this week I've caught myself cussing under my breath after suddenly remembering something I didn't want to remember, in the middle of grocery shopping, or eating at a restaurant, or hanging out with people at home.
God, I need healing here.
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